Page 36 of Prince of Malice

He’s so close to me; he’s as close to me as he was last night. My eyes glance from his eyes to his lips and back again.

Luca notices. “You really have a habit of getting yourself into trouble, don’t you?”

“I have to give you some reason to come see me,” I joke.

“Well.” He pauses. “I um… I think I have enough reasons already.”

“Is that right?”

He nods, leaning closer to me again, our lips barely apart.

“Is this wrong?” Luca asks me.

“I don’t care.” I grab his waist and pull him against my lips, kissing him passionately. His own hands find their place on either side of my face, embracing me back.

The weight of his lips on mine is incredible. I pull him onto my lap, his legs straddled on either side of me, and feel the twitch of his stiffening bulge against me.

I bury my face into his neck, caressing his skin with my lips while he grinds himself against my dick. I take my hands from him and start unbuttoning his shirt, ripping it off of his shoulders and feeling his skin against mine. Lifting him up completely, I drive him back down onto the bench, climbing on top of him and pinning him down.

“Do it,” he begs.

Reaching down, I undo his belt and zip down his fly, Taking his pants off andscattering them across the floor. Still kissing him, I take off my own shorts, removing the last piece of clothing I have on.

Rolling off of the bench, we both end up tangled together on the cold tiles of the locker room floor. I fall underneath Luca, my exposed shaft resting down between his legs. He pulls me up toward him, kissing me again, feeling his tongue inside of my mouth.

He works his way down my body like I did to him last night, ending his journey with his mouth beside my erect penis. He kisses it softly, making sure I know what he plans next. I close my eyes, waiting for him to start.

Soon, I feel the warm touch of his lips wrapping themselves around the tip of my shaft. He slowly makes his way down the length of my long, hard flesh, gliding down and gagging again, but not stopping until he reaches the base of it. Luca starts licking the bottom of my rod, my cock still deep inside of his mouth.

Throat-deep on my cock, he looks up to me with nothing but pure lust in his eyes, which makes my whole body feel electric. Taking his hand, he grips my length andbegins to stroke it up and down in perfect sync with the motions of his mouth.

Not wanting to stop yet, I grab a fistful of his hair in my hand and pull his head away from my crotch. “I want to do more with you,” I growl.

His eyes show his shock at my request, but then his desire takes over. He releases my cock and nods at me.

I smirk at him, taking my grip on him over to the bench we rolled off. I bend him over it and grab him by the hips.

“Are you ready?” I ask him, my words coming out as a snarl.

He nods hesitantly, and I feel his body tremble gently beneath me. I lean forward, lying myself on his back, resting my head behind his. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” I whisper to him. Placing soft kisses along his spine.

“Take me,” he calls back to me.

I grab his ass in my hands and spread his cheeks apart gathering spit in my mouth and then spitting it onto his waiting asshole. I use my fingers to make sure it is well coated.

I spit again on my fingers and lube up theend of my cock. It is harder than ever at the thought of ramming into him.

I notice his breathing change and slow as though calming himself ready to take me.

I could warm him up with my fingers, but that isn’t what I want and when I part his cheeks once again, his hole looks so deliciously tempting just as it is, as though it wants my dick and nothing else.

I press my dick at his entrance and hold his hips with my hands as I drive myself into him.

His muscles tense as he feels me enter him. “Fuck.” A harsh groan escapes his lips.

I pull away from him slowly, my cock stroking itself with the grip of his asshole. “Can you take it?” I ask him, my tone softening.

“Keep going.”

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